Legend of the Dragon Sword Puspa
The Puspa Dragon Sword

A middle-aged man appeared to be standing on top of Lawu mountain while holding a blood-red Dragon-headed sword. Wearing all-black clothes and a face covering, he stood under the full moonlight while adjusting his breathing. Among the piles of corpses of martial world warriors from the various streams he had managed to kill, the man smiled as if mocking himself.

The drops of blood at the tip of his sword eyes looked increasingly reddened by the full moon. Not a hint of pride emanated from his face even though he had managed to kill dozens of martial arts warriors from various streams.

The Puspa Dragon School and the Black Demon College that this time led the assault on the most feared mountain of the martial world were not ordinary colleges. They were two of the currently most respected great powers, yet their prowess seemed to disappear before the middle-aged man.

He looked up while taking a breath as if blaming the sky for what happened in that bloody night.

The only surviving swordsman of the night or rather left alive gazed in admiration at the man dubbed by the martial world as a bloody demon.

"With the science of kanuragan that you have, it seems only the time can defeat you master Mahasyura," said the young swordsman respectfully.

The middle-aged man turned his head towards the young swordsman with a cold smile.

"Is this what you want? Life is tormented by the silence between the warriors who want your death!" Answer Mahasyura slowly.

The young swordsman was silent he could feel what the man experienced living alone without a friend even his life was never peaceful because it would always be pursued by warriors who wanted his heirloom sword. The death of the warriors was not the man's fault but it was his ambition and greed that caused them to die.

Mahasyura drew his killing aura, he sheathed back the heirloom sword that had been the snatch of the martial world warriors on his back.

"You know how to live with fear? It wasn't the warriors I was afraid of, but something that lay in this heirloom that tormented me every second."

"Dragon Sword Puspa huh? the sword was truly as terrifying as I heard it, even without a sword style it seemed to be able to kill people easily" the young swordsman said in astonishment.

"You I will let live to bear witness to how terrifying this Dragon Swordsman is. This sword must be buried with me or else another Mahasyura will appear" the middle-aged man said softly.

Mahasyura recalled the first time he found the Puspa Dragon Sword in a forbidden forest when his father who was the head of Puspa Dragon Academy asked him to deepen the Puspa Dragon Style which is the mainstay of Puspa Dragon Academy

Hangareksa has indeed chosen his son as a successor who will replace his position as chairman of the college later.

Hangareksa considered his son to have a natural talent that is born every thousand years.

It was in the forbidden forest that he found the Dragon Sword Puspa in the Mist Cave that had disappeared for almost hundreds of years and had only been considered a legend by some. His encounter with the Puspa Dragon Sword was what changed Mahasyura's life.

"The queen of justice will come with her power as a arbiter who will stop the chaos by the arrogance and greed of the wrathful cavalry that is beginning to rule Nuswantoro."

"The rain of blood under the full moon will be the beginning of the destruction of the martial world"

Since reading the prophecy, Mahasyura is determined to become strong in order to become the queen of justice that stops the chaos of the martial world.

Slowly but surely, Mahasyura's temperament began to obsess over the science of canuragan because he wanted to become the Fair Queen who would stop all the chaos.

Mahasyura began to become a referee in the martial world, all that he considered to be heretical and could be the seed of chaos would be mercilessly killed in the name of truth.

When justice is viewed from his own point of view, Mahasyura unknowingly begins to be influenced by something that resides within the dragon sword of the puspa to justify murder in the name of truth.

From then on, he became a common enemy of the martial world, slowly but surely the white stream that had been defending him began to drift away. His merciless murderous nature made everyone reluctant to approach him.

Mahasyura flinched all the advice of the white school elders, including his father the head of Puspa Naga College. The peak when he killed his own father because it was considered heretical. She was determined to be the Queen of Fair written on the walls of the Mist cave even though her hands had to be covered in blood.

Until tonight he realized the writing of the continuation of the prophecy on the wall of the Mist cave that reads (Blood rain under the full moon will be the beginning of the destruction of the martial world) As if describing himself who slaughtered hundreds swordsman. Mahashura realized that it was he who tonight became the first sign of the destruction of the martial world.

"If it is true that I am a sign of the destruction of the martial world, disappearing is the best way. Hopefully, with the disappearance of this heirloom, destruction can be avoided" said Mahasyura while looking at the young swordsman.

"Bury them all properly I will throw away this cursed heirloom" said Mahasyura as he walked away.

The young swordsman stared at the peerless warrior's back who had become a legend of the martial world until it disappeared in the swallow into the night with his heirloom.

The sound of a partridge welcoming the morning seemed to be the final sign of the dominance of the warrior most feared in the martial world.

"I'm sure you're a good person, the look in those eyes shows the sadness and regret of choosing the wrong path. All this time you may have killed hundreds of people but they killed each other because of power and

personal ambition is actually a lot more cruel than you," said the young swordsman bowing his head in salute.

Genuine respect from an amazed opponent.

Shortly after Mahasyura's departure, dozens of warriors from various streams appeared. The young swordsman shook his head softly as he saw them busy searching for the Dragon Swords of Puspa without caring about the pile of corpses before them.

"Did you find the devil?" yell at one of them.

"Find it out! I'm sure with this many opponents he must have been injured," the others retorted while removing the pile of corpses hoping to find the heirloom there.

"Devil? the one you call the devil who asked me to bury them properly, he also never stepped on a corpse like you did. You are actually the devil" said the young swordsman cynically before his consciousness disappeared.